The hell you are.
Heath gripped tight and squeezed, cutting off the flood of the impending orgasm filling his shaft, and Evan sucked in a harsh breath. “Fuck! Shit. Oh, goddammit.”
That was the moment Heath slid his index finger against the tight rim of Evan’s ass, pressing gently while taking only the swollen maroon tip of his dick back into his mouth.
The fingers in his hair twisted into a fist as Evan’s thighs spread and he bucked hard enough to send Heath choking and pulling back.
“Sor—sorry. So good. Fuck. Sorry.”
Heath dragged his thumb across his mouth, relishing the moment. “Please don’t apologize for enjoying yourself.”
Evan’s arm draped across his eyes as he laugh-groaned. “You need to enjoy it too.”
Heath waited for Evan to peek beneath his arm and gestured to his own straining cock. “Do I look like I’m not? Now shush and let me work.”
Crawling to the head of the bed, Heath rifled through the bedside table for the small bottle of lube he’d brought along, figuring it would come in… handy. Evan watched him prep his fingers with hooded eyes, a no doubt wry comment lost to the ether when Heath leaned back and sucked Evan down without preamble.
Swirling his slick finger over Evan’s entrance, he pressed, breaching the ring of muscle just the tiniest bit while swallowing him down. He was prepared for Evan’s reaction this time. For the long, guttural moan that ebbed and flowed with each thrust of his cock into his mouth, and the shift of his hips so he could take more, eagerly fucking himself on Heath’s hand.
Heath was on the verge of orgasmic enlightenment. He added a second finger, curling them to hit the spot he hoped would push Evan over, his dreams immediately realized with the spreading of Evan’s legs as he bucked and shouted“Fuck!”at the top of his lungs, the spray of his release filling Heath’s throat.
He’d been afraid to look while they were on the couch, but now he stared unabashedly, gloating over every second of Evan falling to pieces because of him. Clenched teeth, flushed skin, flexed muscles—Heath hardly thought himself a sexual savant, but right then, he felt like a god.
He traveled back to the pillows, placing gentle, teasing kisses across Evan’s stomach. Humming happily when hands grabbed and pulled him onto his chest.
“I should’ve done this years ago.”
Heath snorted, tamping down an unreasonable jealousy at the thought of anyone else having this experience. He’d never been someone’s first, and felt a raging possessiveness knowing this pristine, unspoiled landscape was his to claim.
“So, about this—” Heath struggled for the words to convey what he wanted to say versus what heshouldsay.
He wanted to know what this meant—now and later—but only an idiot would interrupt the afterglow with questions about a future that wasn’t happening. They had one week left in the villa together, and if Evan wanted to spend it fucking each othersenseless, who was he to argue? Why ruin a potentially amazing fling with depressing reality?
Other than because he was an idiot who always ruined good things by overthinking.
“So, about this…” Evan countered, running the tip of his finger along Heath’s still very hard cock, erasing every word he’d planned to say.
“Um, what about it?” He didn’t allow himself to form expectations. He didn’tdare.
“Seems unfair not to return the favor.”
Do not wake up. Don’t youdarewake up!
“Evan, you don’t—” His protest died on a gasp as Evan’s hand wrapped around him and squeezed.
“Heath?”
“Y—yes?”
“Shut up.”
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
twenty-four
. . .
Evan woke to a ravenous growl in the pit of his stomach. They’d attempted to leave the villa—once—but showering led to getting dirty again, then passing out in a jumble of limbs and twisted sheets, so they’d abandoned the excursion. Evan’s thoughts were an equally gnarly tangle, but he’d decided not to care about that.
